Profile for The4thCrystal:
Hello. I am your friendly neighbourhood Biochemist.
I do biochemistry and mathsy type things on a day to day basis, and arty (rubbishy)stuff and take pictures of things, which I often upload here, regardless of shytness, of an evening.
I also drink booze.
Should you ever wish to contact me in a non-stalkerish manner I'm mostly quite friendly, as long as nothing is stalker related.
I also have a shiney blog thingy, so go to here For massive mundanity/science/paranoia
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Hello. I am your friendly neighbourhood Biochemist.
I do biochemistry and mathsy type things on a day to day basis, and arty (rubbishy)stuff and take pictures of things, which I often upload here, regardless of shytness, of an evening.
I also drink booze.
Should you ever wish to contact me in a non-stalkerish manner I'm mostly quite friendly, as long as nothing is stalker related.
I also have a shiney blog thingy, so go to here For massive mundanity/science/paranoia
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» The Dirty Secrets of Your Trade
Peas
When on my summer holiday from uni, back in the day, I need cash quite badly, and ended up working 12 hour night shifts in a pea canning factory in East Anglia. If you ever eat canned peas, this is probably where they come from, just different labels. Here I learnt that the difference between M&S peas, Tesco finest and Tesco value, is not the pea.
Just the number of people on a conveyor belt picking out bits of dead slug/snail/mouse/rat/whatever. Posh peas = ~10 people, value = 1. After 8 hours of this, even the most diligent person would let a few through...
They also did bob the builder pasta shapes, and I amused myself by taking two cans off of the conveyor, filling one with just bobs head and the other with just his body.
Worse things happened there too, which I may recount at a later date.
(Fri 28th Sep 2007, 0:22, More)
Peas
When on my summer holiday from uni, back in the day, I need cash quite badly, and ended up working 12 hour night shifts in a pea canning factory in East Anglia. If you ever eat canned peas, this is probably where they come from, just different labels. Here I learnt that the difference between M&S peas, Tesco finest and Tesco value, is not the pea.
Just the number of people on a conveyor belt picking out bits of dead slug/snail/mouse/rat/whatever. Posh peas = ~10 people, value = 1. After 8 hours of this, even the most diligent person would let a few through...
They also did bob the builder pasta shapes, and I amused myself by taking two cans off of the conveyor, filling one with just bobs head and the other with just his body.
Worse things happened there too, which I may recount at a later date.
(Fri 28th Sep 2007, 0:22, More)
» Other people's diaries
The Ex...
Having just read a few of the more choice answers here I found my thoughts straying towards the subject of an ex-girlfriend.
Being of a highly moralistic and virtuous nature this QOTW got me thinking. Thus I basically rummaged around in my head to see if I could recall her hotmail password.
A few tries later and bingo…this could become an addiction…
Turns out she’s taking it up the wrong-un from a couple of guys, both of whom she works with, and one of which appears to be married and who’s misses she also works with…Genius.
The best part is that this was all in a draft e-mail that hadn’t yet been sent. Confessing all sorts of bog-shaggings and under table naughtiness while up the pub, with said misses present.
Dirty cow!
I am now advising anyone who may still be able to access an ex’s e-mail to do so, unless your not over it…
I’m assuming it’s a good sign I find this hilarious as opposed to upsetting…
(Thu 1st Feb 2007, 19:29, More)
The Ex...
Having just read a few of the more choice answers here I found my thoughts straying towards the subject of an ex-girlfriend.
Being of a highly moralistic and virtuous nature this QOTW got me thinking. Thus I basically rummaged around in my head to see if I could recall her hotmail password.
A few tries later and bingo…this could become an addiction…
Turns out she’s taking it up the wrong-un from a couple of guys, both of whom she works with, and one of which appears to be married and who’s misses she also works with…Genius.
The best part is that this was all in a draft e-mail that hadn’t yet been sent. Confessing all sorts of bog-shaggings and under table naughtiness while up the pub, with said misses present.
Dirty cow!
I am now advising anyone who may still be able to access an ex’s e-mail to do so, unless your not over it…
I’m assuming it’s a good sign I find this hilarious as opposed to upsetting…
(Thu 1st Feb 2007, 19:29, More)
» What's the most horrific thing you've seen?
This
is
NSFW..but not gorey either.
Thankyou to my twisted friends...
(Tue 26th Jun 2007, 0:29, More)
This
is
NSFW..but not gorey either.
Thankyou to my twisted friends...
(Tue 26th Jun 2007, 0:29, More)
» Procrastination
An old lecturer
once told me that procrastination is like masturbation. It feels good until you realise you're fucking yourself...
Wise words...
/desmond
(Thu 20th Nov 2008, 17:54, More)
An old lecturer
once told me that procrastination is like masturbation. It feels good until you realise you're fucking yourself...
Wise words...
/desmond
(Thu 20th Nov 2008, 17:54, More)